[she sits in the corner of their living room, drinking a blood bag]
-emilio
[they walk in and take a seat on the couch, typing away on their work laptop]
[she looks up at them and turns, trying to hide from their eyesight]
[they glance at her curiously]
You alright?
[she doesn’t answer and continues to drink]
Ok…
[they continue to work on their laptop]
[she quickly finishes the blood bag and grabs another]
[they glance at them again]
Uh… maybe you should slow down a little.
[she ignores them and continues to drink]
Ok...
[she finishes the blood bag then curls up in the corner]
So, whats your name?
Emilio.
Nice name. How old are you?
I'm fifteen.
[they nod]
Can I ask… what happened?
No.
Alright, that’s fine.
[they glance around for a moment then gesture towards the TV]
Would you like to watch something?
No.
… Should I leave the room to make you more comfortable then?
No.
You just gonna keep saying no?
Maybe.


















